The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.

I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be seeing each other soon.

My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could replace her in my heart.

Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting from our mothers at this moment.

It wouldn't surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on Mommy.

I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team-a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it was almost as if she was easy to fool.

I busied myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the game.

where are you?" The teacher moved her head from one side to the other as she tried to

swallowed the cookies and waved my hand

play hide and seek with us." She waved at me with

hesitation as I looked at the cookies in my hands. After a while, I walked over to where they were and decided to engage myself in

wasn't really fond of silly childish games like this-all the more did I despise playing with girls who easily bawl. But at this instance, I could only sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron's and my plan to work out just fine, I had to brush off the distaste that was burdening me as I

I picked up the ball for them,

took out a handful of candies from her pocket and handed them over to me. "Here, a reward for

I would love to share them with Arron

to remind me as stealthily as he could that my acting was the worst and that if I were to continue doing

notice, were shooting at me with disbelieving glances and were whispering to each other. Perhaps they,

my hand before throwing

good sport, then you can

face as I walked to the resting area, propped myself

get absorbed in dividing the candies evenly for